Aceyalone

Aceyalone - Mic Check Alternate Video Version lyrics

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- a one two, a check a one two
 If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
 - a check two, a mic a check two
 If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
 - a one two, a check a one two
 if it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
 - a one two, and I'm a check you

 I start most of my raps off kinda slow
 just so you could see exactly where it gonna go
 I make sure your body's strapped in
 cause I'ma tailspin and you're liable to get thrown
 The bible is the microphone; I read from the scripture
 leave it up to you to see the pictures
 I hover above MC's like a flying saucer
 with the sorcery to alter the future
 present and the past, don't be hesitant to ask
 me to be the man I'll be the last
 I'll be movin fast on that ass, I stipulate your fate
 I take a grip I'll take a shot I'll break your plates
 Now can you take the weight or do I have to make it lighter tighter
 than you could imagine that I had to been when I recite a rhyme
 I might as well be inside of your mind
 I know you thinkin, "Damn! How does he? What was he a man
 or a machine with computerized diagrams?"
 I tell em, "Nope! I am of the flesh, fresh, dope"
 I'm set apart you're just a shot in the dark
 and the darkness casts no shadow
 And I'll be victorious, no matter who I battle
 So every rapper in the house shut the fuck up!

 Cause if it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
 - check one, check two
 If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
 - check a one two check a one two
 If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
 - a check one check two now I check you

 Now everyone knows I got the Milk like D, homemade quilt
 to get your wig peelt, like it should be
 Top o' the mornin to ya, it's so many ways to do ya
 I offer you the shield, just before I deal on ya
 I recommend, that when I squeeze the puss from your skin
 you pretend it ain't happenin
 Cause everywhere is my stompin grounds
 When MC's stepped in I stomp em down to the lowest
 You the slowest rapper that I met, but you owe us all a favor
 not to, jet (nah you ain't goin nowhere)
 not until you show us you be flippin
 I give your body lashes and whippins
 T crashes the board like Pippen, I has to be trippin
 Not for your pleasure or your entertainment I came with
 a crew called self, and everybody looked just like me
 And we agreed that we dope fool
 We got flavor and everyone knows who's the saviour
 Cause everyone knows, everyone knows
 Everyone knows I got flow

 And if it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
 - a one two, a check a one two
 If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
 - a check two, a mic a check two
 If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
 - a one two, a check a one two
 If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
 - a one two, and I'ma check you

 *Alternate last verse*

 yeah, peep this out, peep this out, peep this out...
 this here's real life, right
 and we are fully animated, highly intelligent, original life forms
 landin' in your leavin' (living) room
 now back up from the tell-lie-vision I need breathin' room
 we'll be leavin' soon on a runaway brain train
 so sustain and seckle
 cuz wild game can't be tamed or tackled or shackled when I echo this mic check
 you know that
 can't hold back the blowed back when I flow that
 ooh, blew his wig back for tryin' to ride pig (piggy) back
 now dig that
 I done slid back
 used my view finder
 I'mma give you a reminder
 I'm on the straight and narrow with no blinders
 no blinders
 but I still see the rhyme designers that bite like sidewinders
 with ten toes down and I spin flows 'round and 'round
 on an angle, with anger, the angular warlock-like strangler
 sociopathic, graphic
 psycho symptom: drastic
 plastic coated, bloated
 fatty tissue acid
 I'm Jurassic I unmask it with a bread basket full of mold and yeast
 the stench is a clencher when the gases are released
 so inhale
 cuz you know you know you inhale
 as it is in heaven
 this is to my sistren and my brethren and it goes

 if it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
 now check one check two
 check one check two
 check one check two
 (fade out
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Language: English

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